Poem -

SUNNY DAYS...

The first storm
Left me struggling
For the very air to breath
​​​​​​I was very young  
Recovered well
Though left 
​​​​​​With a troubling wheeze

I kept my scarf on
                         after
                         that...

The second storm 
Blew away my scarf
Blew me away
Into strange new days
Dropped me
In a pit of black
​​​​​​It was a long long time 
Before the sun came back

I kept my coat on
                        after 
                        that...

​​​​The third storm
Left me nearly dead
Dripping and sodden 
With a break to my head
I lost my heart
My soul blew away
​​​I remain 
A broken man today

I limp through each day
On damaged legs...
Though fully attired
And completely prepared

For sunny days....

 Marion Price (2020)
       
                   
                                  

        

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Jill Tait

Brilliant n luv he survived that bloody wind ?❤️❤️❤️Pinned xxx

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Marion

Oh you are so kind Jill...I am so.tired, I shouldn't post when I'm tired, will edit it twm and catch up with you all...how many of yours have I missed during my Nightshifts??? Lol...catch up twm...night love thankyou ?

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Jill Tait

I’m not kind that poem is truly brilliant my poetic friend ❤️??

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Marion

Lol...reworked and edited, hope it doesn't sound so much like a weather report ????

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